Page 102 of Foxy Filthy Omega

Rarely, we would switch from one to the other when our bodies sensed a need for it, but with modern society being the way it was, there was no real need. We didn’t have an omega shortage anymore and so we tended to settle into whatever designation suited us best.

Living up to my father’s reputation was impossible. I knew that even when I was nothing but a child, and yet I couldn’t even be a halfway decent delta either. I was the only freak who couldn’t decide what was best for me.

Maybe it was because I was a secret people pleaser desperate for approval in a pack full of legacies.

I had this insane craving for validation and praise. I needed to be wanted and I wanted to be needed.

Being an alpha satisfied those wants and needs, but there were expectations that came along with an alpha designation that didn’t really suit my preferences. I loved being around omegas and taking care of them, but I wasn’t sexually attracted to them.

Betas were the ones I sought out for all my ruts since I could never let myself be vulnerable withanyonelet alone an alpha, but the last one…

My last rut had been a few months ago during the Valor case.

Lucy had gone into heat for the first time in years and it had messed with my pheromonesbad. I’d gotten sick from her altered scent and ever since then it felt like my alpha designation was slowly slipping through my fingers.

So much so that my rut was late and I hadn’t felt a single warning symptom that it might be coming until today.

With Soren.

Were his pheromones actually bringing back my rut? I couldn’t tell but I knew this wasbad.

I stepped out of the shower and smacked into a hard wall that wasn’t usually there.

Looking up, I froze when I sawLeoof all people standing in my bathroom, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. I couldn’t say I was surprised to see him though. I was actually more surprised it had taken this long for him to show up unannounced just to piss me off.

I haven’t seen hide nor hair of him since that disaster dinner at my father’s which was honestly concerning. Leo wasn’t the type to make empty threats.

Knowing he was back meant I’d done everything in my power to make sure we wouldn’t accidentally run into each other, but I wasn’t stupid enough to believe he wasn’t keeping tabs on me.

Especially with that phone call earlier.

I just didn’t know why he was here. Now. Right after what had happened with Soren.

Leo smiled slightly and tilted his head as he inspected me from head to toe. “Want me to kill him?”

“No, I don’t.” That was actually the last thing I wanted. “Iwantto know why you’re here and how you even got in.”

“You really like to suck the fun out of everything, Francesca.” The smirk on his face chilled my blood.

The shark he’d left in my car…did it have some kind of listening device installed on it? I’d figured it had a tracker and decided it wouldn’t be a bad idea for him to know where I was. Just in case.

But had Leo seen or heard what happened between me and Soren?

Was he still alive?

No, I was pretty sure he was. Leo wouldn’t ask me if I wanted him to kill someone if they were already dead.

He may be a psycho, but he never did anything he thought I wouldn’t forgive him for which was why River was still alive. He’s never touched Lucy either and I knew he never would. Not when he’s always been like an older brother to her.

Leo must have decided Liam and Cas were acceptable mates for her or they’d already be dead.

Pushing past him, I headed to my room, annoyed that I almost felt relieved he was here after everything that had happened today.

I forced myself to keep my expression neutral and buried down all my emotions, but I hated him—hatedthe way he always appeared whenever he wanted and then disappeared right as Ireached for him so it always felt like I was trying to hold onto smoke and ash.

He’d left over ten years ago – disappeared without a trace. Then he showed up out of the blue like nothing’s changed between us wheneverything’schanged.

Everything about him always filled me with unspeakable rage.

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